Put a straw under baby
Your good deed for the day
Put a straw under baby
Keep the splinters away.
Let the corridors echo
As the dark places grow
Hear superiors footsteps
On the landing below.
Theres a place in the orchard
Where no one dare go
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow.
Turned into a crow-crow
Turned into a crow
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow.
Theres a brain in the table
Theres a heart in the chair
And they all live in jesus
Its a family affair.
